This elf is so insane

The owner of the store is Han Zhijie, the nephew of Concubine De.

Today, he met a guest who shared his interests.

And this guest is an elf named Guyu.

Yunge leaned aside and crossed his arms, looking at the two people who were chatting happily. He listened to them talk about store decoration, aesthetics, and then food, and the whole morning passed like this.

"By the way, I'm here to customize shoes, and I've been chatting with you for a long time without knowing it." Gu Yu sighed.

Yun Ge looked at her with relief: You finally remembered!

"Yes, yes, look at my memory." Han Zhijie hurriedly picked up the tool to measure the data of Gu Yu's feet, "Your feet seem to have been injured."

"I was accidentally injured while hiding from wild beasts in the wild." Gu Yu said casually.

Yun Ge was a little surprised to see her lying without blinking.

"Damn, there are so many ferocious beasts out there, that's why I moved here." Han Zhijie wrote to record the data.

Yun Ge discovered that when Han Zhijie was writing, he didn't look like a villager at all. His handwriting was majestic and powerful, his writing was not sloppy, and his hand was very steady, as if he had been practicing calligraphy since he was a child.

It is said that De Fei and Han Zhijie grew up together in the mountains. The two lived with a master master for nearly ten years before returning to their home family to train them. It was then that they began to write.

This is only his third year. If Han Zhijie is not talented enough to be able to write such words, it is because he has been learning to write since he was very young.

"The shoes will be made for you tomorrow and delivered to you then." Han Zhijie looked at Gu Yu with a smile.

"Okay, but I still want to go out to play tomorrow, so I have to find an excuse..." Gu Yu also looked at Han Zhijie with a smile.

"Understood, then I'll wait for you here tomorrow and come and play often." Han Zhijie waved to Gu Yu who walked out the door.

"Yunge, where's the best food in Kyoto?" Gu Yu asked Yunge while humming a ditty.

"Liang's pastries." Yun Ge looked at her.

"Then let's go there."

"..."

Guyu looked at Yun Ge: "What's wrong?"

"Why didn't you say that the injury on your foot was from when you were captured?" Yun Ge asked, "This wound is obviously an arrow wound."

"He lied to me, why should I tell him the truth?"

"Lie to you?"

"Obviously he is not the store owner, but he still lied to me and said he was Han Zhijie." Gu Yu said angrily, "Can a person who can make popular shoes have bad aesthetics?"

Yunge was stunned for a moment and said, "This is indeed..."

"Also, the plaque on the store was written by Han Zhijie himself, right?"

"Everyone in Kyoto knows..." Yun Ge seemed to understand something.

"The words on that plaque look wild at first glance, but the words he wrote have an air of elegance, which is completely different." Gu Yu crossed his arms and said, "Either he is not Han Zhijie; or Han Zhijie did this on purpose. Yes. Han Zhijie personally delivered it to the door. Ordinary people would be eager for him to come."

"So, you didn't tell him that you lived in the palace?"

"Exactly."

Yun Ge felt that he had completely underestimated this elf.

At first, when Guyu helped the prince to block arrows, she only thought that it was Guyu's loyalty to protect the master; later, the prince treated her well, and she thought that the prince was giving the elves a condition to adapt to life here; just now, Guyu's focus had been on those things Considering the tacky combination, she thought the elves had never seen these things before.

"Are you really an elf living in the wild?" Yun Ge suddenly asked.

"I guarantee it by contract. I grew up in the wild."

"I have another question," Yun Ge looked at her, "Do you really think the store looks good?"

"Really, let me tell you, that store..."

They didn't know that after they left, the shoe shop closed, and "Han Zhijie" turned the gaudy puppet that Gu Yu said was beautiful, entered the secret passage hidden behind the cabinet, and came to a secret room.

"Han Zhijie, the first time someone really praised my aesthetics was an elf." The fake Han Zhijie said with a smile.

"She seems to have noticed the puppets, Lao Feng." The real Han Zhijie was sitting on a chair, tinkering with the things on the table according to the size information Lao Feng had just given him.

"I don't know which elf family she is from, and she won't tell me." Lao Feng sighed, "But the figure of the woman next to her..."

"roll."